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“Why are we doing this?” Megumi sounds resigned. Maki looks up from her position across the circle. The faint Ycandle light bounces off her glasses.
“It's an initiation ritual, newbies.” She says, flicking a strand of hair away from her mouth. “You're lucky, you know.” She leans forward, whispering conspiratorially, “The old initiation rituals were much worse.”
“But still, truth or dare?” Nobara says, raising an eyebrow. Yuuji smiles
“I think it's fun!” He says, patting Megumi on the back heartily. Megumi heaves a deep sigh, the sigh of a person much older in spirit. Yuuji receives a grin from Panda, sitting across the circle next to Maki.
“That's the spirit, Yuuji!”
“Salmon,” Inumaki says from his spot on Maki’s other side. He’s wearing pajamas with little onigiri on them.
They're all in their pj's, Maki in a hoodie and sweatpants, Megumi to his left wearing an old ratty t-shirt with a milk carton on it, and sweatpants. His hair is sagging, no longer held up with hair gel.
Nobara is to his right, clothed in a silk pj set, looking much more glamorous than the rest of them anyway. She always looks pretty. Yuuji can't help the way his eyes trace her face, long eyelashes fluttering prettily. She looks fuzzy in the candlelight, glowing like a goddess, or a mythical fairy.
“Yuuji, you're staring at me.” She says, meeting his eyes. Yuuji turns away.
“You just look nice,” he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “You look good in purple.”
“O-oh,” She says, “Thanks.”
Silence falls.
Yuuji feels very conscious of her, the heat coming off her body and floating across the mere inches between them. His heart is pounding weirdly.
“Alright first years,” Maki says, breaking the strange silence that had fallen. “Who wants to go first!”
As expected, the small circle of people doesn't say a word. Yuuji clears his throat awkwardly, suddenly shy. Nobara coughs.
“Alright,” Megumi says, raising his hand. “I volunteer as tribute.”
Panda coughs. “Thank you for your sacrifice!” He grins, Maki sighs next to him
“All right! Truth or dare?” She says, smiling like she really is about to sacrifice Megumi to some angry god.
“Dare.”
“Ohh!” Nobara giggles next to him.
She smells sweet, like mangos and pineapples. Yuuji desperately wishes to lean closer. She must be wearing her spring perfume. He still remembers when she had insisted on showing him her perfume routine. She wore a spicy apple perfume in the fall, a perfume that smelled of lilies and flowers in the winter, and a tropical perfume in the spring and summer. She had bashfully told him she had a perfume addiction. Yuuji liked the smell of all of them.
“All right,” Maki said, grinning excitedly. “Take a video of yourself saying ‘Gojo is the best teacher in the world,’ and send it to him.”
Megumi’s face looks like they told him to eat gum off the concrete. Yuuji chokes on a laugh, grabbing his phone out of his back pocket.
“Here dude,” he says, holding up the phone. Megumi looks like death.
“Gojo is the best,” He winces, “Teacher in the world.” He looks like he wants to kill someone. Yuuji gleefully sends the video, as everyone else dissolves into laughter.
“All right, who's next,”
It's late when it happens. They’ve taken turns with embarrassing truths and dares, and at some point, the second years had joined in. Panda had done twenty handstand pushups, Inumaki had eaten a raw potato from the kitchen, Nobara had begrudgingly shown her relatively clean browser history, and Maki had just finished seductively eating a banana while everyone collapsed on the floor in laughter.
“All right Yuuji,” Maki said, depositing the empty banana peel in the compost, “You're the last one.”
Yuuji grinned, shooting her a thumbs up. “All right, do your worst, Maki,” Maki smirked, eyes flashing behind her glasses.
“Ok then,” She said, sitting back down. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Yuuji said, picking the lesser of the two evils. What really was the worst she could do?
“I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room.”
Yuuji feels his face flame to life, cheeks blotchy red. Someone chuckles, muffling it into their hand or coat. An interesting silence falls, one is full of a strange type of anticipation.
“Not fair, Maki,” Yuuji grumbles. Maki just grins.
“It's not hard,” She smirks, “I'm sure you already have someone in mind.”
Yuuji can feel his face heating up as she says that, eyes involuntarily drifting sideways to auburn hair and purple pajamas. He averts his eyes quickly. As much as he would love to kiss her, he doubts she would agree, even for a dare. Maki coughs.
“Well? Hurry up and choose.”
Yuuji looks around the circle slowly, desperately searching for another option. Megumi is pretty enough, but he would probably pass away from embarrassment, especially after that video dare earlier. Maki wasn't an option, because she handed out that evil dare. Inumaki was pretty, but Yuuji didn't feel comfortable enough asking the older boy to kiss him, and Panda was not an option.
Nobara is the only one left. Yuuji takes a deep breath and steels his nerves, turning to his right. Nobara raises a delicate eyebrow in his direction, her ears tinted pretty pink.
“Nobara, I guess,” Yuuji says, trying to sound nonchalant and not like he’s internally freaking out. Nobaar tucks a strand of brassy hair behind her ear.
“Well, I am very pretty,” She says, cheeks tinted a pretty pink. She likes compliments. “I guess I'll let you,” Nobara says, turning to face him fully, her eyes slipping closed. Her lashes are long, fluttering as they kiss her cheeks. Yuuji gulps.
Slowly, he brings his hand up to her face, gently cupping her cheek in his palm. Her skin is soft, her face starling under his hand as he brings their faces closer together. She’s so pretty. He's going to die.
He slowly moves closer, trying not to breathe too heavily, suddenly very self-conscious of himself. He hopes his breath doesn't stink or anything. He slips his eyes closed when they're barely an inch apart. He can feel her breath on his lips, and his heart in his chest.
“Hello~” Gojo shouts and the door slams behind him. Yuuji jumps back, dropping Nobaras cheek like a hot stone. Someone sighs in disappointment.
“What?” Gojo asks, “Did I interrupt something?”
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2
Yuuji is far more talented at sparring than Nobara is. Nobara knows this, and even though she would rather die than admit it out loud, she can admit it quietly to herself. And that's why Maki had handed off her sparing duties to Yuuji while she was away. Nobara knew this, she knew why Yuuji was shirtless across from her, and yet she still wanted to curse Maki to death.
Yuuji was handsome. It was an objective fact, the same as the grass is green and the sky is blue. She could admit her friends were handsome, platonically of course. So it was totally normal to notice that Yuuji was attractive, that his body was attractive, that she wanted to lick the sweat off his collarbones—
“Ready!” Yuuji said, grinning cheerfully across from her. Nobara stares somewhere above his head, and definitely not at the miles of muscular body suddenly available to her searching eyes. She sighs, trying to portray annoyance and not any other feelings she might be feeling.
“Do we really have to do this?” She grumbles, dragging her hands up into position. Yuuji nods.
“It's important to practice while Maki is gone,” He says, smiling. The sun was burning down on the two of them, and Yuuji had already finished two rounds of practice sparring, which was obviously why he had shed his outer layers. Obviously. It was hot out. Nobara herself was clothed in only her white undershirt and skirt, sweat already gathering on her skin. She was sure she looked disheveled, and not in the messy sexy way Yuuji managed. Nobara shook her head. This was obviously a platonic observation. Obviously.
She threw a punch in Yuuji’s direction. He dodged it.
“Where’s your tracksuit?” Yuuji asks, referring to the tracksuit she usually wears when they spar. He aims a punch at her head, and she dodges.
“It's dirty,” She says, as her punch skims Yuuji’s shoulder, her fingers burning from their contact with his tanned skin. “Megumi tripped on a banana skin someone left on the floor and dropped chocolate ice cream all over it.”
Yuuji muffles a giggle. “Dude, like a cartoon?” He says, as Nobara barely dodges a kick aimed at her ankles.
“Yep,” She laughs at the memory, aiming a punch at his gut. He dances away easily. “His legs flew out from underneath him and everything.”
Yuuji laughs, catching her fist at his gut and throwing her arm away. Nobara still feels the heat of his touch on her wrist. He must run hot.
“I think I left that banana out,” Yuuji says, conveying it in an apologetic whisper. Nobara glares at him and he chuckles awkwardly as he dodges a kick.
“Is it going to be ok?” He asks. She nods.
“Yeah, I think,” Nobara says, eyes drifting away from her target. “I put it in the wash—
She slips. Her feet catch awkwardly in the grass as she stumbles backward, knocking Itadori into the grass beneath them, a big sweaty ball of skin and fabric.
Her head hits the grass with a thud, and all she can hear for a moment is the uncomfortable ringing in her ears, and the sting in the back of her head. She winces, as she opens her eyes, as the sun highlights the person above her in a glow.
Itadori had managed to catch himself, but he lay partly splayed above her, his hands planted in the grass on each side of her head. Her hair tangles with his fingers as he stares down at her, awe and confusion clear in his gaze. All she can see is him, all she can hear is the pounding in her ears, her heart beating double time in her chest. She doesn't know what to do.
“Nobara,” Yuuji says, his voice pitched low, intimate. Nobara hates it. “Are you alright?” He finishes.
She nods slowly, not trusting her voice. She feels weak for some reason, her hands stiff by her sides, her body trapped underneath Yuuji’s between his knees. She wants him pressed fully against her.
Slowly, she winds her hands up, letting them trace across his honeyed skin, up his broad shoulders, nails scraping against them. He shivers slightly.
“Nobara?” He asks. “What are you doing?”
She doesn't speak, fearing that if she answers it will break the spell that has fallen across them. Her hands root themselves in his hair. She opens her mouth to speak her desire, to say those forbidden words. Kiss me. The words are at the tip of her tongue when her eyes land on the extra eye and mouth peaking out on Yuuji’s cheek.
“Well, well, well.” The kind of curses himself laughs.
Nobara snaps out of her spell, kicking herself out from beneath him and smashing her face into the grass.
What the hell is wrong with her?
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3
“Be careful with my bags!” Nobara says, raising her hand to block the bright rays of light as she exits the shopping mall and back into society. Yuuji nods, trudging behind her as he carries several of her shopping bags in his arms. Nobara would be lying if that wasn't at least a little attractive.
“Are you almost done?” he complains, following behind her like a puppy as she walks towards the other side of the mall, through the open-air courtyard.
“Almost,” she says. “One more store, I promise.”
It's a pretty big courtyard, concrete interspersed with gangly little trees begging for rain. It's still cold, winter still looming on the horizon, and even as the sun beams down, biting winds blow through the square. Nobara hugs her arms around her, a small purse clutched against her chest. She feels restless, her body thrumming with a strange energy.
She can feel Yuuji behind her.
Despite the weather, there are a lot of people in the square. Nobara can spot couple after couple, cuddled up against each other to preserve heat, and even one outright making out in the corner. Nobara hates how much she wants that to be her. She had decided that rather than deny her obvious feelings she was just going to ignore them, the best she can.
It's clear she's obviously not Yuuji’s type. Everyone knew he liked tall girls with big butts, and as much as Nobara scoffed and grumbled, she knew she was not that. She was not tall, and while she thought she had an ok ass, it definitely wasn't big. If only Yuuji was a boob guy. Ugh, she hated the comparison game.
“Nobara, your oftly quiet.” Yuuji pipes up from behind her as they march across the courtyard. Nobara rolls her eyes.
“I'm just a little tired from walking.” She says, lying through her teeth.
“Wanna sit for a moment?” Yuuji asks, Nobara nods, moving to a stone bench next to a spindly tree and sitting down with a sigh. Yuuji carefully sets her bags on the ground, plopping down next to her. She can feel his heat nearby.
She feels like she’s going to explode. The last few weeks have been so strange. Event after event that made her heart pound, her body begged for him. She could tell she was pent up, both her body and her heart were screaming for affection of some kind, sexual or otherwise. She needed him, his kisses, his love, his body. She was slowly coming apart at the seams. It was all so embarrassing.
And then, as she scans the surroundings her eyes catch on a very familiar face. Nobara only had one ex, a boy from back in the countryside whom she had dated for three months. He had been her first kiss, her first love, he had taken her virginity, and then he had cheated. Nobara burned with rage even at the thought, and so as her eyes caught his familiar figure, she let out a groan.
“My ex is here.” She whispered, hiding her face in her hands.
“Really?” Yuuji says. Nobara nods. Yuuji pats her back in comfort. “What an odd coincidence. I guess you're just unlucky.”
Nobara can feel the heat of his hand seeping into her back as she peaks through her hands, watching in horror as he walks closer and closer, girlfriend in hand. Nobara groans.
“He's coming over here!” she hisses. “Do something!”
“What am I supposed to do?” Yuuji asks, helpless in his confusion as he leans closer. Nobara watches in slow motion as her ex comes closer and closer, and in the spur of the moment, she makes a rash decision.
She abruptly grips Yuuji’s shoulders, pulling herself onto his lap. Setting herself on his broad thighs, Nobara takes a deep breath and brings her face as close as she can. Yuuji’s eyes are clouded, full of surprise and another emotion Nobara can't name, but he gets the point, wrapping his arms around her. One winds up, tangling in her hair slightly. Nobara bites back a moan. They're so close, their bodies pressed close in the cold, and all she can think about is contact. The press of thigh to thigh, hand to hair, of Nobara’s nails in Yuuji’s shoulder. Nobara doesn't know what to do.
They wait for what seems like forever like that. Pressed too close for comfort yet too far for Nobara to be satisfied. And finally, when Nobara is sure her ex is long gone, she finally pries herself off Yuuji’s warm body.
“Thanks, Yuuji.” is all she manages, as she gets to her feet. “You're a good friend.”
Yuuji stands with a strange sigh. “This is what friends are for.” He murmurs, picking up her shopping bags once again. Nobara’s heart sinks, even as her body thrums with anticipation and arousal.
She doesn't know how long she can ignore this.
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4
Nobara didn't know whose idea it was to have a Christmas party, but two hours in and she was already exhausted.
At first, she had been all gung ho, helping an excited Yuuji and a grinning Gojo decorate the room with streamers and lights, grab some pastries from a local bakery that Nanami recommended, and drag everyone there.
Admittedly, it was fun.
Someone had started Christmas carols in the background. Panda was over in the corner, playing a game involving dice of some kind with Ichiji of all people. Ieiri is in the corner, downing shot after shot of alcohol and entertaining a rowdy Gojo with what looks like a game of blackjack. Nanami seems to be halfway caught between stopping Ieri’s alcohol intake and losing horribly at blackjack. They seem to be gambling real money. Nobara doesn't want to know how high the pot is going to get. All she can tell is that Ieiri is winning, Nanami is losing, and Gojo bets on every single round, good cards or bad.
Maki is in another corner, with what looks like bottles of alcohol and colorful cocktails spread out around her. Nobara can barely make out the labels. She’s almost positive Maki should not be making cocktails, but any responsibility the adults present had pretended to have had immediately fled out the window the minute tequila shots were poured. Apparently, they were too distracted to be bothered with underage drinking.
But Nobara was glad to be alone for a moment because she had a problem. It appeared that maybe, she had a tiny, itsy bitsy crush on Yuuji Itadori. Maybe. And lately, all she could think about was him, his kisses, how he would treat her, them on a date. She had even imagined their wedding. How embarrassing.
Nobara sank deeper into the couch cushions, nursing her own Maki brand cocktail. It was ok, cloying sweet for some reason. She didn't know how much actual alcohol had made its way into the drink.
“Having fun?”
Nobara looks up, as Yuuji plops himself next to her on the couch. He smells like a mix of alcohol and cologne. It's an oddly pleasant smell. Nobara banishes any odd thoughts from her mind.
“Fine, I guess.” She says, taking a sip of the cocktail to avoid his searching eyes and flushed cheeks. “Where's Megumi?”
Yuuji points to the zone of the room Maki had taken over with her makeshift bar. If Nobara squints she can faintly make out a head of droopy dark hair.
“He's over there. He and Inumaki got the brunt of Maki’s cocktails,” he winces.
Yuuji looks flushed, his skin pink from his cheeks and disappearing into his hoodie. He looks pleasantly buzzed, much like Nobara herself. She finds herself wondering how far that blush goes. He's always wearing those damn hoodies and not more, ‘interesting’ clothing. He'd look good in a compression shirt, maybe some of those good old forbidden gray sweatpants.
Nobara can admit maybe she’s a little more drunk than she realized. And maybe she’s leaning closer to Yuuji, their shoulders pressing together as they sit on that couch. Yuuji is flushed.
“Um, Nobara?” he says, suddenly looking extremely awkward. Nobara tries to banish the fuck me eyes she knows are all over her face.
“Yeah?” she asks. Yuuji points up and Nobara follows his finger to the small, little, inconspicuous piece of mistletoe hanging right above their heads.
Now, sober Nobara would probably politely remove herself from the conversation and blush about it later, but sober Nobara was definitely not here. And drunk Nobara was horny.
“Yuuji,” She says, the words an embarrassingly horny purr. The boy in front of her smirks, looking suddenly much too confident for her liking. It made heat gather in her gut and her heart pound. She slides her hand up his thigh, and feels the heat of his own as it wraps around her shoulders, pulling her closer—
“No horny stuff on the couch!”
Gojo sticks his long gangly arms between them, grinning like a maniac. Nobara hits him over the head with a pillow.
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5
“Shh,” Nobara hisses at him. Yuuji rolls his eyes, deciding to focus on anything other than their proximity or the small space they're trapped in.
“I know!” he hisses back, adjusting his position in the small closet, trying to pull his body away from Nobara’s.
How did this even happen? One moment they were walking down the long hallway of the manor they were investigating, then the next Nobara was shoving him inside this closet and squishing in after him, dodging the curse tramping down the hallway.
The closet was small, maybe four feet long and two feet deep, and unfortunately for them, boxes lined the ends of the closet, leaving its two occupants mushed together awkwardly somewhere in the center. Yuuji tries to move again, hoping to put as much space between them as possible, but Nobara hisses at him.
“Don't move, you’ll knock over the boxes.” She whispers. She’s too close, maybe a bare few inches away from him. Yuuji stares steadfastly over her head, at the crack in the door, allowing a thin sliver of light through. Not enough to fully light the closet though, they still bathed in a heavy darkness. Yuuji can feel her breath ghosting over his neck. He knows his heart is beating like crazy in his chest, and just hopes that she can't feel it.
“Why are we even in here,” Yuuji hisses quietly, trying to distract himself. Nobara rolls her eyes.
“Gojo said to avoid confrontation, remember?” She says. She sounds strangely breathless for some reason. It must be the running, Yuuji reasons. He does remember what Gojo said, but he desperately needs a distraction from how close she is, how warm she is, and how there she is. Yuuji's hands are glued to his sides, as he resists the urge to bring them up, anchor them around her waist—
“Yuuji,” Nobara starts, her voice a whisper. “What are you doing?” Yuuji finds his hands have disobeyed his mind and wrapped around her waist, hands smoothing over the fabric and leather of her belt. He looks down in surprise and meets her eyes.
A grave mistake. Nobara is a pretty girl. Yuuji knows this, having spent too much time staring at her when she isn't looking. But he underestimated his self-control, his ability to look into her eyes and resist the urge to kiss her. Because damn, in the small light available through the slit in the door, how beautiful she is.
Nobara is looking up at him slightly, their heights force it. Her lips parted, her breath ghosting across his face. Her eyes are strange, a little cloudy, their gaze flicking all across his face. She seems to be moving closer—
The sound of a ringtone shatters the silence. Nobara flies backward, running out of the closet like she is on fire. Yuuji stumbles out after her, dazed and confused as he answers the phone.
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+1
Nobara had no idea why Gojo had even asked them to do this. Sure, it made sense for Yuuji to be sent up the elevator to the loft floors of Jujutsu High to store away old training equipment, but her? Did she really give off someone who would be good at manual labor vibes? She sure didn't think so. And on her day off? Heinous. Evil.
Nobara didn't even know they had an Elevator. She thought all the storerooms were located on the bottom floor. Maybe some are located in the forest. But here she was, trapped in a hot metal death trap with Yuuji and a stack of cardboard boxes. On Saturday, when she could be at home, in the air conditioning. Ugh.
All she had to do while the Elevator went up and up was stare at Yuuji's bare arms in the stupid wife-beater tank he had decided to wear. With sweatpants. Damn. Fuck he’s fine. Nobara fans her face with her hand, wishing she had worn anything besides a hoodie. She was already so damn hot, and all she had underneath it was a bra. At least she had chosen shorts to go with it. Black athletic shorts.
The Elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened with a high-pitched screeching sound. Honestly kinda worrying, she hoped it didn't break.
“Yuuji, I'm hot,” Nobara grumbles, striding into the blessedly cool attic space. “Do it yourself.”
Yuuji rolls his eyes but nods. “Fine. He grumbles, hoisting a box up. “You're such a princess.”
Nobara plops herself down on a dusty wooden crate, fanning the cool attic air down her hoodie. Her chest is already sweaty, along with her thighs and the roots of her hair.
The attic isn't large. It's a long room, almost like a hallway lined with boxes of various sizes, from cardboard to wood to even a few metal crates she can see by the far end.
Yuuji has already deposited most of the boxes, lining them up neatly against the wall. Nobara watches him exit the Elevator with the last two boxes hoisted over his shoulders. He really is strong. All she can see are those arm muscles flexing deliciously, the top of his tank soaked with sweat, allowing her eyes teasing glimpses of upper peck. She tries to not drool as he sets the last two down, turning on Nobara on top of the boxes.
“All done your majesty,” He says, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “You were so helpful.”
Nobara gulped and hurriedly banished any gross thoughts, jumping off the crate.
“My mere presence was helpful enough.” She says, sauntering past Yuuji and back into the horrible metal hot tub, without the fun parts like water and bathing suits.
“It's hot, let's hurry down.” She says.
Yuuji nods, following her back into the Elevator and pushing the down button. The doors close with a screech like they are protesting each movement. A little worrying, but Nobara just wants to get back down.
It's silent as the box starts to move. Strange, awkward silence. Nobara glares somewhere above Yuuji’s head, and not at his body or face or anything. She feels like a spring, wound to her breaking point. She can't even tell if Yuuji likes her back or she’s just blinded by the horny, and being trapped in an enclosed space makes everything ten times worse. Hopefully, this damn ride will be over soon and she can get back into the fresh air—
The Elevator scratches, with the loud grinding of gears, and then comes to a jarring halt. Nobara and Yuuji make eye contact across the Elevator.
“What the hell?” Yuuji says. “What happened?”
Nobara frowns, already fearing the worst. “The elevator broke.” She says, suppressing the already mounting annoyance. “Push the button.”
Yuuji is already there, pushing the button marked with a call sign. The loud obnoxious ringing sounds echo through the metal box. Nobara is so damn fucking hot.
“Yeah?” someone answers. Both the occupants sigh in relief.
“Um hi?” Yuuji starts. “So the Elevator isn't moving and we’d like to get out please.”
Nobara can't help but roll her eyes, pulling the sticky hoodie away from her stomach. She wishes that she could just take it off, but again, she's only wearing a bra. Besides, now that they had notified someone they would probably be out in a minute.
“I'm sorry,” The voice responds. “But there's been a slight power malfunction. Unfortunately, I won't be able to get you out for at least fifteen minutes. Please be patient.” With a click, the person on the other side hangs up.
Nobara hits the wall with a bang.
“Damn it!” She groans, sliding down the side of the metal wall to the floor. Yuuji grins apologetically.
“It's not too bad—”
“I'm hot!”
“I mean it's only fifteen minutes right?” he tries again, coming down to sit next to her. Nobara glares at him, eyes hanging again on his clothes.
“You're wearing a tank top.” She says, closing her eyes in annoyance and gesturing at her own attire. “I can't take this off.”
“Why,”
Nobara rolls her eyes as far back as they can go, glaring at Yuuji. Her annoyance is unwarranted but she's really hot and when she gets too hot she gets extra irritable.
“I'm not wearing anything besides a bra,” She says, rolling her eyes. “Obviously.”
“Oh,” Yuuji says. He sounds flustered, or maybe just embarrassed. They fall into awkward silence, the temperature in the hot metal death compartment steadily rising.
Nobara can feel his presence next to her. The unbearable heat leaking off him and making the Elevator hotter than it already is. He smells like sweat and cologne and soap, and regrettably, not gross. Nobara almost wished he smelled bad because then she could stop thinking about how much she wanted to take a bite out of those arms, maybe drag her nails over his back. Maybe she could stop being attracted to him.
“How long has it been?” Nobara asks. She feels almost faint.
“Five minutes,” Yuuji says. Nobara groans in frustration.
“I can't take this anymore.” She says, and with a deep breath, she pulls her hoodie over her head. Leaving her only in her black athletic shorts and her black, lacy bra.
“I…Oh…,” Yuuji stutters. Nobara glares at him, eyes catching on the way his ears flush a brilliant red.
She would love to assume that's her, but he's a teenage boy, he probably has this response to any girl's boobs. The thought of Yuuji and other girls' boobs makes her more irritable, and she plasters her body against the metal behind her. She can feel Yuuji’s eyes on her.
“I can feel you looking.” She says after a minute. He squeaks in shock.
“I..um…sorry,” Yuuji says. “But there boobs, and there, like, right there!”
Nobara rolls her eyes.
“They're just boobs.” She says.
Yuuji coughs, and they fall into silence for a moment. After what feels like an eternity, he speaks.
“They're nice, your boobs I mean,” he says, scratching the back of his neck bashfully. Nobara can feel a flush scrawling across her face.
“Perv.” She says, ignoring the fact that she’s been eyeing him up and down for months now. He makes an annoyed sound.
“Not fair,” he grumbles. Is it her imagination or does his voice sound huskier for some reason? They fall back to silence.
Nobara lets her head fall back with a sigh, closing her eyes as the oppressive heat closes in. She can feel the air between the two of them. It sizzles with heat, and with a strange sense of tension that she can't explain. She wonders if she’s the only one that feels it.
“Um, Nobara?” Yuuji says, breaking the silence that had fallen. “I have a weird question.”
Nobara opens her eyes, raising an eyebrow at that dubious statement. “Oh yeah?” she says, turning her head to look at him.
“Promise you won't get mad?” He says, scratching the back of his neck. His hair has started to droop a little.
“Depends,” Nobara says. “Can't promise or anything, but I'll try my best.”
Yuuji nods, not laughing at what was supposed to be a joke. He avoids her eyes, staring at the metal wall opposite them for a while. It feels like a decade before he speaks again, still not looking at her.
“Do you have a crush on me?” He says.
Nobara’s heart drops through her body, plummeting through the Elevator shaft and back into her body.
“What?” She manages, heart pounding double time in her chest. Yuuji laughs awkwardly
“No? Right, I didn't think so,” he says.
Does she dare think he sounds disappointed?
“It's just that Sukuna said you do.” Yuuji finishes, hands knotting awkwardly in his sweatpants.
“He really has nothing better to do, huh,” Nobara grumbles, cheeks flushed brilliant red. Her heart is pounding out her chest.
“And, well I just kinda wanted to believe him.” Yuuji continues. “I guess I kinda jumped the gun. I was just really excited that my crush might like me back and—”
“Wait, stop,” Nobara says. She thought that she heard something interesting. “You like me?”
Yuuji nods, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Nobara notices that it trails all the way down his tanned neck.
“Yeah, maybe.” He says. “I'm sorry to spring this on you. I know it's probably awkward—”
Nobara kisses him.
Heads tilted awkwardly, bodies still pressed against the wall of the elevator. Yuuji’s hands are caught awkwardly between them, one of Nobara’s hands on his neck, the other hanging awkwardly in her lap. It's a chaste kiss, and it only lasts for a moment before Nobara lets him go. But it still feels electric.
He's smirking. She hates how hot his confidence is.
“So you like me,” Yuuji says, whipping what looks like Nobara’s pink lip gloss from his lips. Nobara glares.
“No,” She says. Yuuji just smirks, hand winding around her shoulders. “Maybe a little.”
“A little?” Yuuji teases, a large hand on her shoulder.
“A lot ok?” Nobara bursts out, ignoring the blush tearing across her face. “I like you a lot!”
Yuuji smirks and Nobara shuts him up with another kiss.
The angle is awkward, and that's obviously the reason she crawls forward, settling herself in his lap, nestled atop those gray sweatpants, those muscled thighs. Not any other reasons, like she was horny and hot and her crush(her boyfriend!) was really sexy and right there.
Yuuji doesn't complain, hands winding around to anchor themselves on her bare waist. The air between them is electric, burning, scorching. She needs him so much.
Yuuji kisses like he looks, a little rough, a little sloppy, but so full of love and compassion and desire that Nobara could cry. His lips leave her own, now pressing soft little kisses into her neck, caressing her skin with hickeys. His warm hands caress her waist, as their tongues tangle together, and as she feels something hard beneath her thigh and begins to grind down—
A loud beep startles them, and Nobara separates herself from Yuuji abruptly. The Elevator jerks to life with a moan, falling at a rate too fast for Nobara’s liking. Abruptly she scrambles off Yuuji’s lap, hastily pulling her hoodie over her head and trying to fix her messy hair. Yuuji stands up, whipping lip gloss from his face and trying to hide the large bulge Nobara can see in those sweatpants. Nobara can't help the smirk that winds its way across her face.
“Yuuji.” She announces with a grin. “You're my boyfriend now.”
He looks up, grinning like an idiot. Nobara can't help the idiotic grin that makes its way across her face.